Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Andorra and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Graham Central Station to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABC,
Soulsonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Desert Stars,
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skriet,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
Nico,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
Lyres,
a-ha,
Donald Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
Soft Machine,
Reagan Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
The Victims,
Brick,
The Zeros,
Q and Not U,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.